A Boy Band and some Blue Gatorade....

So, I'm sitting at my desk at work, eating my chef salad, drinking my blue Gatorade, and listening to the usual Listen While You Work station, when all of a sudden, "Tearin Up My Heart" by N'SYNC starts to play. Now, I wasn't really an N'SYNC type of girl...oh no...I was SOOOOOO the Backstreet Boys girl. But this song was just so reminiscent of middle school and all of my experiences during that time. Now, please do not misunderstand, I NEVER want to go back to middle school. The experience was horrid! But the one thing that I did in fact enjoy was my innocence and obsession with....drumroll, please.....BOY BANDS! Any and every boy band that came out, I had to know each members name and all the words to their songs. Ahhh yes....this was when my collection began of Backstreet Boy, N'SYNC, 98º, and even the Spice Girls CDs. Now, I wasn't one of those derranged fans like my sister was with the New Kids On Block (I loved them, too!) I didn't have the bed sheets, the wall to wall posters, the neverending flooding of Teen Bop and J-14 in my room, and all of such nonsense. Instead, I just had the CDs, maybe a poster or two, and perhaps a video. Come to think of it, I never even went to a concert. It wasn't that serious. Instead, I was simply content in listening to their harmonic voices and their so-called melodies while dreaming I would meet a man that could be half the man that a Backstreet Boy was. Oh yes....they were my guilty pleasure. Except, they weren't really a guilty pleasure. I happily admitted to listening to the Boys. I proudly proclaimed to the world that I was in fact a BSB fanatic whenever I donned a shirt that beared the Boys' faces. I was in fact your typical teeny bopper. Obviously those days have come and gone...but nonetheless, I'm happy I went through that phase. It was fun. It was excusable. It was definitely representative of easier times.